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ferenSo yesterday, while I was out at Slate Street for lunch and billiards with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roho and genet, I hit up Game Stop and found they were having a sale on used DVDs. I bought over a dozen titles (fifteen, to be exact). Amidst my bounty is a copy of Stephen King's "Rose Red" on DVD. I'm watching it now. The last time I saw this was 2002, when it originally aired. I was dating somebody then. I remember that we watched it in the living room of her parents' house. I remember all the other small details, from how the weather was to where we ate and how it felt -- well, I don't need to go into that, do I?
Isn't it funny how the memory works. Isn't it positively grand.
Now Muriel plays the piano
roho and genet, I hit up Game Stop and found they were having a sale on used DVDs. I bought over a dozen titles (fifteen, to be exact). Amidst my bounty is a copy of Stephen King's "Rose Red" on DVD. I'm watching it now. The last time I saw this was 2002, when it originally aired. I was dating somebody then. I remember that we watched it in the living room of her parents' house. I remember all the other small details, from how the weather was to where we ate and how it felt -- well, I don't need to go into that, do I?Isn't it funny how the memory works. Isn't it positively grand.
Now Muriel plays the piano
